Wait until next year

Over the past few months I’ve been getting up rather early on a Saturday morning and taking the bus to my local supermarket. The bus takes a rather circuitous journey, but as it is door-to-door I don’t mind too much. Said route takes me through Slade Green. Slade Green has a rather shabby reputation. Nobody really aspires to live there. The town’s location, on the edge of the Thames, surrounded my marshland, makes it feel pretty isolated. There is no passing traffic, apart from buses with idiosyncratic routes.
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